The road trip was last September 7.
What went down as reported by Rio:
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sakit sa limot
07
Aug 2009
Posted by Mabie
over a century ago, rizal diagnosed the nation with the disease of cancer. entering into the first decade of the new millennium, i would have to beg to differ and give my own diagnosis, without, of course, precluding that i am in the same league as rizal. i say that it is not cancer that is beleaguering our society, it’s alzheimer’s, the forgetful’s disease.
we have forgotten that heroism is not necessarily exclusive to one individual alone, but with a people – a nation – working together.
we have forgotten that rising up as a nation against a dictatorship is not the end of the fight, but only the beginning of the struggles we need to overcome in order to patch up the cracks that infiltrated our subconsciousness.
we have forgotten that we are a young democracy, and as such we should not let it get to our heads and push the meaning of freedom to the fringes of extremeties. that the freedom we enjoy is not for free, even in its absolute sense, and must be worked hard for. that the government is not the only one responsible for ensuring that this is made secure and available for all. that we only got lucky that the heavens sided with us that one, fateful, yellow day two decades ago, and that we should not boast of knowing it all when it comes to democracy. more…
cheated on by vincent
03
Aug 2009
Posted by Mabie
last night sir mark broke my heart.
fresh from my creativity and problem awareness class, i was left reeling and in dire need of red horse beer — grande, please — upon the discovery of the “possibility” that vincent van gogh may not have been the crazed maniac i’ve always romanticized him to be.
this is my favorite painting of his, my favorite painting ever, actually:
in last night’s class, all that was romantic about this painting was ripped and shredded to pieces right in front of me. and all i can do was to don on that glazed, stone-faced mask to keep the tears from falling. i would have been very hard-pressed to explain to the class what the fuck i was crying about, first of all. more…
